Jim had basically nothing but time. So it was not long before he showed up at Kirk's office, smoothing his green shirt into place and wondering what the kids had come up with.
He needed something. If this didn't work out, he'd have to ask for some minor assignment. Anything.
"...Or this ship can run at its absolute best, with knowledge I need to learn and can be learning from someone with more experience. Starfleet lost thousands of people when Nero came... they can't afford to be so picky. They trust me with a ship like this but don't trust my judgment about other things." Kirk rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
Jim shrugged. "I don't disagree with you," he said. "But I needed to give you the suggestion. Just in case you have second thoughts. But... we can certainly consider that, as an argument."
"I haven't had second thoughts yet. Maybe I will when it starts, but right now I know this is what we should be doing." Kirk looked to Jim's eyes, his own serious.
That brought a small smile to Kirk's face, and he let out a breath. They could do this, all of them. This ship, this crew, these people. They would figure it out.
He needed something. If this didn't work out, he'd have to ask for some minor assignment. Anything.
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"All right," he said. "Then we do it."
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"So," he said. "When do we start?"
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